Guys, I feel so bad for not getting this out. Ironically enough, I had all of my focus on my own baseball games; a tournament actually. But with one huge last chapter left,I decided I'd post this chappie today. Sry, I'll B makn mor wen da time comes. (Txt)
Dipper walked out into the field where they'd be playing later. Dew was still clinging to the grass as the oranges and and aqua in the sky turned to a steely blue. Birds chirped incessantly all around.
The clear-cut grass was a crisp green color, obviously mowed by Stan the day before. Soos had taken the liberty of painting the baselines and the outline of the field, as well as uprooting all of the grass in the infield and leaving it as tilled soil. This had all taken two of three days.
Dipper himself walked over to the outside baselines, beside first base. There was nowhere to sit, but he planned to change that.
Walking back to the Mystery Kart, (aptly named by Soos) he picked up one of the benches he stole from the Shack's front porch. Walking back to first base, he placed it about ten feet from the base. There was enough room for five people to sit on it. He walked back and picked up the other bench, and placed it next to it.
That was that.
"Hey, kid," Dipper heard. He turned to see Stan walking towards him, a nervous look on his face.
"What is it, Grunkle Stan?" Dipper asked, wondering what the old man could have been nervously thinking about.
"I, uh, have a confession to make." The old man stated, nervously. Dipper looked ahead, expectant.
"I'm not on the team."
Dipper couldn't say he didn't expect this. The older man was not very athletic, aside from running from police.
"Uh, but I'll be proud to be the manager." He said, smiling as of it didn't hurt him that he wasn't young anymore.
Dipper turned. "That's alright. I guess we do need a manager."
Stan's face lit up. "Great! Now kid, here's the gist of the batting lineup..."
It wasn't long before 1:30 came up and it was an hour before the game. No one had shown up, despite all of her flyers pasted around the city.
Pacifica had never been one to not have attention brought to her. So, seeing that no one was paying any attention, she decided to change that.
"Hello, people!" She shouted into the megaphone. Her little group of friends had followed her, and were now creating a 'human throne' for her.
"I will be playing a ballgame later today against the Pines family losers!" She announced. "Come and watch me single-handedly destroy every single one of them!"
Seeing no one paying any attention still, she pulled out her secret weapon.
"We'll have free cookies."
She was mobbed immediately.